Saffron: But we've been wed. Aren't we to become one flesh? Mal: Well, no, uh... We're still two fleshes here, and I think that your flesh ought to sleep somewhere else.

'Our Mrs. Reynolds'


Natter 32 Flavors and Then Some  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


Laura - Feb 14, 2005 6:40:45 am PST #7082 of 10002
Our wings are not tired.

The candy and flower grams are $2 at Brendon's school. He considered joining in on the "fun" of sending to and from other kids names, but he values his $2 too much. I would guess that at least half of the purchases are jokes.


Jessica - Feb 14, 2005 6:40:58 am PST #7083 of 10002
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset

Which really means it is a good excuse nto to do anything we don't want to do.

Ha! So true. (Except that this year, we are going out with people, because Kristin will be in town. But normally, it's an excuse to stay home and veg.


Topic!Cindy - Feb 14, 2005 6:42:30 am PST #7084 of 10002
What is even happening?

I think we had all got our carnations delivered during our homeroom period, so at least there wasn't the torturous wait. That must have been awful. I never didn't get any, thanks to that boy. Also, I think my (girl) friends and I used to send them to each other, too. I'm pretty sure that senior year, every girl got a carnation. I don't know if the teachers chipped in, or what. That was more than half my life ago, now.


Nilly - Feb 14, 2005 6:43:12 am PST #7085 of 10002
Swouncing

Thanks for the explanations.

I'm trying to remember if we had anything similar - as in, something that some gets lots of and some may get none. There was the thing before Purim, in which each person brings a package full of goodies to eat, and they're supposed to get exchanged at random (like pulling numbers from a hat), but this meant that each person who brought a package, got somebody else's package. And, of course, not in the least bit connected to anything romantic. Hmm.


Ginger - Feb 14, 2005 6:44:17 am PST #7086 of 10002
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

We didn't have in-school flowers, thankfully. There were already plenty of opportunities for humiliation.


Lilty Cash - Feb 14, 2005 6:46:20 am PST #7087 of 10002
"You see? THAT's what they want. Love, and a bit with a dog."

You were better off, Nilly. Then you never had to deal with the inevitable "Your best friend gets flowers from the boy you will love 4EVA while she's sitting next to you in Algebra."

Or something.

OTOH, candy!


Susan W. - Feb 14, 2005 6:48:12 am PST #7088 of 10002
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights

I'd forgotten all about in-school flowers and how completely awful they were.

I think that this has left residual V-Day dislike for me. You spend years with some little hope that something unexpected and extraordinary will happen and it never does.

Yep.

At my school they let florists deliver to the school, it wasn't a fundraiser or anything, and in the last ten minutes before dismissal, they'd summon everyone who'd received a delivery down to pick them up. Which was pretty much just a public announcement of everyone who currently had a boyfriend.


Lyra Jane - Feb 14, 2005 6:51:39 am PST #7089 of 10002
Up with the sun

We did rosegrams on Valentine's in high school, but they were mostly for couples so I never got one.

P. and I did our Fancy Dinner Out for V-Day last night and the reservation was 8:30, so all I saw of the Grammies was the opening medley (Gwen Stefani's outfit was NOT RIGHT, but I loved the suits on the Franz Ferdinand and Maroon 5 boys) and, after we got home, "Across the Universe." I turned it off and went to bed when John Mayer won song of the year -- it probably wasn't the worst song nominated, not with Hooobastank in there, but it still bugs me.


tommyrot - Feb 14, 2005 6:56:30 am PST #7090 of 10002
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

I have a teeny sore throat. I am going off to retreive medicinal hot chocolate.


sarameg - Feb 14, 2005 6:57:45 am PST #7091 of 10002

My school did the carnation-o-gram bit. The tacky bouquet was from an actual florist (or grocery store, I don't recall) and was because I'd been bitching about how much I hated the carnation deal after I'd gotten forced into selling them. I suspect I'd been ranting about it for weeks. So my dear, dear friends decided to torment me more.